March 2, 2008

Saturday was difficult. There were two mothers who were open to us, who listened to us, who each had friends who agreed with what we said; and they went back and forth and back and forth. One even got in her car and seemed to be preparing to pull away. I think, though, that we lost both of them. Later that morning we delivered a sleeper sofa to Angie. She lives in an apartment we helped her secure about a month ago. I hadn’t been there. I didn’t know it was on the second floor of an older house with 32 inch doorways. After an hour of heaving, twisting and turning–when I was seriously considering taking apart the frame of the sofa–I finally decided to take it back down. A zealous helper we pulled in off the street knocked me on the head with one end of the couch. It seemed it was going to be one of those days–until, later in the day, came consolation. T. and J. had their baby that morning. We will be driving in to see them tomorrow night, delivering a crib and clothes.